My emo post of emoness.
I will be a very happy camper when this month is over. As it is, Kristy has been home since the 1st of the month, and my fun's had to crawl in a hole and die. Kristy = medical student that needs to go be a doctor already because nothing besides money gives her any pleasure in life. <-Trufax.
Her right-brained tendencies clash with my left-brained tendencies, and she feels she is intellectually superior because her field of study is science while mine is English. However, she also feels that because she is in medical school, she is more intelligent than everyone else in ALL subjects, including English. Just because you can sound out the words and string them together in a half-comprehensible sentence does not mean you can read, okay? Reading is understanding the plot and characters, identifying the themes and messages the writer was trying to relay, viewing the characters as emotions and motivations rather than just roles in a written series of events, and connecting with what you are reading.
It is an emotional process that her clinical mind cannot comprehend. So, no, she is not superior to me in literary skills.
The fact that I don't want to go to college really doesn't help the situation. No one (barring Annie, maybe) in my family thinks I can make anything of myself with my writing. That's okay, for all I know, I might not. But treating me like white trash because I don't want to go to school for 8 years like she did is just unacceptable. If we don't choose our own path in life, we will never be happy. I may end up starving and on welfare, but I will be doing something I enjoy. So, really, what is more important at the end of the day? How much money you have in your bank account? Or if you go to bed happy with the way you are living your life?
For me, it's no contest. Money and material objects can be replaced, but your life is something you can never get back.
Her right-brained tendencies clash with my left-brained tendencies, and she feels she is intellectually superior because her field of study is science while mine is English. However, she also feels that because she is in medical school, she is more intelligent than everyone else in ALL subjects, including English. Just because you can sound out the words and string them together in a half-comprehensible sentence does not mean you can read, okay? Reading is understanding the plot and characters, identifying the themes and messages the writer was trying to relay, viewing the characters as emotions and motivations rather than just roles in a written series of events, and connecting with what you are reading.
It is an emotional process that her clinical mind cannot comprehend. So, no, she is not superior to me in literary skills.
The fact that I don't want to go to college really doesn't help the situation. No one (barring Annie, maybe) in my family thinks I can make anything of myself with my writing. That's okay, for all I know, I might not. But treating me like white trash because I don't want to go to school for 8 years like she did is just unacceptable. If we don't choose our own path in life, we will never be happy. I may end up starving and on welfare, but I will be doing something I enjoy. So, really, what is more important at the end of the day? How much money you have in your bank account? Or if you go to bed happy with the way you are living your life?
For me, it's no contest. Money and material objects can be replaced, but your life is something you can never get back.